He was already out of the car. Marco slammed the door behind him and ran toward the house, his face tight with urgency.
Nonnina hurried forward to meet him.
"Where is she?" Marco demanded immediately.
"In the annex!"
"Fuck!" he snapped, already moving past her. "How did this happen?!" he demanded over his shoulder.
His long strides carried him across the courtyard, heading straight toward the small building where Veronica had been left.
Nonnina remained where she was for a moment, clasping her hands together as she prayed quietly, the rosary beads sliding between her fingers.
The front door opened behind her.
Nonnina turned slowly.
Bianca stepped out onto the porch. "Who came in?" Bianca asked.
"Marco," Nonnina answered.
Bianca's eyes narrowed slightly. "Where is he?"
"He went to help the girl."
"You called him!"
Now there was fire in her eyes.
Real fury.
"Mrs Genovese," Nonnina said slowly. "You may think you are scary… but Luca is scarier."
